Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Faust,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.